The most difficult thing about all of this is Mom's inablility to communicate She has so much to say and no one understands. I sit and listen to her gibberish and tell her I cannot understand, then she gets mad and I eventually leave the room due to the frustration level. She looks at me like I should understand every word. I want to understand every word more than anything.
This weekend was the opposite of last weekend. Mom is angry. Mom is fighting everything. The meds, the food, the moving. She refuses to get out of bed. I told her she had till Monday, then I was going to insist that she get up and start participating. She just looks at me like yeah right, good luck with that.
Today is Monday and I had to wrestle the tube out of her hand to give her meds this morning. Then she refused to eat any food, so I went and got liquid food for the tube and I had to wrestle it away from her again. PT Marty is due any moment and I am not looking forward to the fight about that.
Oh, Happy Monday.
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